"Pfft, it was the reason beer was invented," he said, holding his own aloft a moment, "Typical girl thing to say, though. Coke."
Gus gave her a nudge. It was nice to have a light-hearted conversation and company, and he was glad to take it at face value. Any attempts to get close to people lately, to show concern or offer support, had gone very, very wrong. Maybe it was a sign, or maybe he just had bad luck, but he was pretty glad to let the women in his life be inscrutable if that's how they wanted it. Lucy certainly didn't escape that classification, but he was more than glad to let it be. He'd rather have those little uncertainties that were easily avoided than whatever dark rift he'd opened between himself and Justice.
Gus was just done trying to build bridges only to have the person on the other side set them on fire, he decided. Why not just enjoy the Die Hard and cake?
"I'm not even sure you should be allowed to watch Die Hard," he said, pushing to his feet and shooting her a dubious look, "You want another beer? I'm grabbing one."